everything has its wonders
Ronin wishes he could return Remi's smile, and he can only hope that the Lullaby will understand that it isn't anger he's feeling, but some strange cousin to it that he's never quite felt before. Resentment might be a good word, if only the huntsman could think of it.
So he accepts Mateo with a stiff nod of gratitude, gathering the sleeping baby against his chest and moving to take Remi's place sitting on the window sill. His eyes slip shut and his brows draw into a frown, as if he might imagine away the discomfort of the not-conversation that he's a part of.
He does hear Amalia's words, however, and the Star's jaw feathers as he tries to digest the meaning in them. His own thoughts are a caged thing, guarded fiercely under his tongue.
So he accepts Mateo with a stiff nod of gratitude, gathering the sleeping baby against his chest and moving to take Remi's place sitting on the window sill. His eyes slip shut and his brows draw into a frown, as if he might imagine away the discomfort of the not-conversation that he's a part of.
He does hear Amalia's words, however, and the Star's jaw feathers as he tries to digest the meaning in them. His own thoughts are a caged thing, guarded fiercely under his tongue.
even darkness and silence
